#dont hurt me

[grimme-and-specs]

On 4/20, I made the first one (cause hee hee funny weed number day), and then my buddy Beedle requested some other "weedstuck" (as they called it) doodles (the last one was my stupid idea)

It then spiraled into this

Last night in question:

Dave's hand over the face sends me every time

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

BEFORE YOU SHOOT ME! I… uh… jumps out window

[aka-indulgence]

(rubbing the back of my neck uncomfortably) is it just me or is the dealer from buckshot roulette kinda attractive-

[luciel-anciel]

In Another Life (Ch.2)

(Bat's Burger ; Angel x Johnny)

Chapter 1

The motorcycle roared through the quiet streets, the city lights blurring as Angel clung tightly to Johnny’s waist. The night air was sharp and cool, whipping against his face and carrying the faint smell of asphalt and gasoline. Angel’s grip tightened instinctively as Johnny leaned into a turn. His focus locked on the road ahead, but Angel could feel the faint tension in his posture—the subtle shift of his shoulders as they approached their destination

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Angel shouted over the wind, his voice tinged with both excitement and hesitation.

Johnny tilted his head slightly, just enough for Angel to hear his reply. “Since when do you care about good ideas?”

Angel smirked, though Johnny couldn’t see it. “Touché.”

The old restaurant came into view, a ghost of its former self. The once-bright sign was now cracked and weathered, the paint peeling and letters missing. The parking lot was overgrown, nature creeping in to reclaim what had been left behind.

The bike screeched to a stop in front of the dilapidated building. Angel slid off the bike, his legs a little wobbly, and pulled off his helmet.

Johnny killed the engine, before tucking his helmet under his arm. “Figured it’d be fun to check it out. See if it still feels the same

“It’s been years,” Angel murmured, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips. His gaze fixed on the boarded-up windows.

The two approached the side entrance, where the lock had long since rusted away. Johnny pushed the door open with a grunt. For a split second, he looked hesitant at first, as if afraid of what was ahead.

With a bit of effort and a muffled curse, the hinges groaned loudly in protest, and the door was finally open to reveal the dark interior.

The smell of dust and stale air greeted them, thick and suffocating, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It was… familiar.

Angel stepped inside, his boots crunching against the debris scattered across the floor. “It’s like a time capsule,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. The counters were still intact, the chairs neatly arranged as if waiting for customers who would never come. Even the old menu board hung in its rightful place, faded but legible.

“Surprised no one trashed the place,” Johnny muttered, trailing a hand across the counter. Dust coated his fingers, but he didn’t seem to mind. His gaze swept the room, lingering on the faint remnants of their past lives—graffiti they’d scrawled in the employee bathroom, the dent in the counter from where he had slammed a ketchup bottle too hard.

Angel chuckled softly, nudging Johnny with his elbow. “Remember the time you got stuck in the freezer because you were too stubborn to call for help?”

Johnny rolled his eyes, but a faint smirk tugged at his lips. “I seem to recall you were the one who locked me in there in the first place.”

Angel shook his head, trying to dissuade the other male that it wasn't him. “Probably just a ghost that came to haunt you.” He snickered.

He shifted his attention towards a forgotten room, the room of his old office, but— he didn't dare enter, not yet

Johnny had chuckled lightly. His voice echoing in the empty space. “C’mon, we need to find it.”

He didn't seem to notice what Angel was looking at and swiftly grabbed his hand, leading him towards somewhere else in the restaurant. The pair moved but their footsteps muted by the grime-covered floor.

Angel, initially dumbfounded— didn't say a word, allowing Johnny to hold his hand and dragging him towards the back. There was that mischievous glint in Johnny’s eyes that made the man remember feelings that stayed buried for a long time. He couldn't pinpoint what it was. It wasn’t a sharp feeling, but something tender—like soothing an old wound, though the ache it left behind still lingered.

When they reached the back, Johnny glanced up at the staircase leading to the rooftop. “Good! The stairs are still standing!”

“Are you sure it’s safe? I’m not in the mood to die in some abandoned grease trap.”

Johnny tugged on Angel’s hand, wanting him to head up the creaking stairs. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

Angel muttered something under his breath but followed as their fingers intertwined. The stairs groaned beneath their weight, but they held firm. When they finally emerged onto the rooftop, they were met with a view of the city skyline. The cool breeze swept past them, carrying with it a faint hint of nostalgia.

“It hasn’t changed much,” He was struck by how little it had changed. The view of the city stretched out before them and the lights twinkled like stars.

The rooftop felt strangely sturdy despite its weathered appearance.

“Nah, but we have.”

“Speak for yourself, old man.”

Johnny rolled his eyes, as he stepped closer towards the rusted railing. “Says the guy who nearly broke his back climbing stairs.”

Angel shot him a sideways glance, his lips curving into a faint smile. He leaned against the edge of the roof and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one, the ember glowing softly in the dark as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.

“Remember where we used to bring our fights up here?” He asked, his voice softer now.

Johnny nodded, a rare smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. We thought we were so cool, filled with pride.”

The other male snorted, flicking the ash from his cigarette, the city lights flickering below them. Memories of late nights and laughter resurfaced.

Angel chuckled softly, the sound low and distant. “We were idiots,” he said, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

“Still are,” Johnny shot back, his voice lighter, teasing. He moved to stand beside Angel, leaning against the ledge with a quiet sigh. “Feels like we’re back in time,” he murmured, his words soft, almost wistful. “Like nothing’s changed.”

Angel turned his head, his expression unreadable, his dark eyes clouded with something he couldn’t quite name. “Except everything has.”

Johnny glanced at him, but Angel wasn’t meeting his eyes. Instead, he looked out at the city, a faint smile tugging at his lips. When he laughed, it was dry, almost forced, the sound carried into the stillness of the night, dissipating into the stars above. For a fleeting moment, it really did feel like they were back in those simpler times—just two young employees trying to make it through the day. But Angel knew better than to linger on the feeling.

Without warning, Johnny leaned in, plucking the cigarette straight from Angel’s lips with two fingers. He held it up for a moment, his grin widening at Angel’s startled expression before casually tossing it over the edge of the roof.

“Johnny!” The man exclaimed, his voice a mix of disbelief and frustration.

“That was my last one!” He protested, jabbing a finger at him.

Johnny raised his hands in mock surrender, though the playful glint in his eyes betrayed him. “Relax, old man,” he said with a laugh. “You shouldn’t be smoking anyway. Bad for your health.”

Angel’s glare was half-hearted at best. “You threw away my last one!,” His tone was sharp but edged with playful teasing. “You owe me new ones.”

Johnny snorted, his lips curling into a smirk. “Pfft—yeah, in your dreams.”

Angel arched a brow, tilting his head in mock offense.

“Yeah, yeah.” Johnny rolled his eyes, his smirk softening into something gentler. The teasing in his tone faltered, replaced by a flicker of unspoken fondness. “I’ll get you some... eventually.”

Angel huffed, crossing his arms, but the corner of his mouth twitched as if fighting off a smile. Despite his grumbling, the moment felt oddly familiar—like a memory they’d never really forgotten.

Yearning.

The word Angel was looking for was yearning.

[tidy-tearfairy]

Hm. Thinking. Cassiopeia. Could be. Alternate universe Nicky. They aren't lovers here, but dear friends. Oliver doesn't even know her but he constantly defies and defeats her/her plans. He's her greatest enemy, she's his weird kid friend. She's dramatic as hell and finds his insistence on kindness weak, until he convinces her otherwise. The world was promised to her, nobody listened to her, there are Demoliceros' roaming her castle, because another her loved them. Oliver becomes the Wizard King and Cassiopeia is still around, probably, planting flowers.

"we both have hope and hopelessness waiting for us, don't we? which do you want to hold onto, oliver?"

"you have given me hope — the strength to overcome sadness."

“so come back, okay?”

"and I want you to see it."

[schpect]

Death or trick or treat

Im cookie beast

[leadfort]

Did anyone else realise githyank are just yautja?

Im sorry I saw a cut of picture of Lae'zel's scalp and my brain thought it was a yaujta and I haven't been ok for 15 minutes.

Im just gonna lie down here while I think about yellow, speckled, vicious aliens with skimpy armor and high tech, fighting and hunting lovecraftian parasitic aliens now.

[weisscoldglare]

I really want to love Weiss and her outfit but her MODEL CRIES

The bend is only slightly off but it gets emphasized with her poofy sleeves so exageratedly it makes it appear like her arm is off kilter. jus, pls, jus, just show the arms pls, animation will be less of a pain in the long run???

-n+

[thenovster]

@brd6147

Wait I can @ people in posts? The gods have given me a power no mortal girl shall have. Time to go @ everyone who also has the name nova-

[book-girl4evaaa]

"What is love?"

[anotherferalrat]

Showed my friends the glory of alien stage (I dragged them into hell with me) and had to make a chart to explain the lore

Have I cooked?

[tired-sayaka-ada]

What is love?

[antboyman]

How I be feelin’ after headcannoning all the ninja as Asexual because I hate sexual stuff with a burning passion (I'm asexual)

[fucksurass]

I just realized I have 41 followers. Why tf are you people following my buttassfartshit account like huh-

SHIT POST

[pnkq]

[burnt-cheese-toastie]

gravity falls theory

bills original universe was an etch-a-sketch and he erased it all by tilting it up